Fantasy 3

Sunday, November 28, 2010

Its name is La Linea, and it's a character created in 1969 by Osvaldo Cavandoli and dubbed by Carlo Bonomi. At the beginning it had been created to some ads. Finally it became an animation character known by many people, but not many know their language.

I have read in many forums and videos, discussions about its language. English? French? Italian? Hungarian? Spanish? And invented language? It isn't any of those posibilities.

It is a language that I really know, because the mistery and forgotten language is Milan's language :)

Thursday, April 22, 2010

I’m sad. Thoughtful. Months have past, but I remember. I remember when I was at Gratosoglio, and a young driver, I think an autobus driver, told me “Buongiorno” with a smile. I answered, with a smile too. And I continued by my way. I don’t remember if the driver was a a tram driver or a autobus driver, but probably the second one. There are two trams there, the 3 and the 15, and the line 79 of bus. And the boy was waiting some minutes first of going again. I didn’t say nothing in that moment, because I had Fabio. But I have to say that I didn’t forgot that boy. And I regret not to say nothing else.

I couldn’t find his trace. I returned to my home. I don’t know why I remember him. Maybe I lie myself and I try to distract my conscience of my sad and cruel life. I’m not in my Milan. And spring arrived. Spring makes me feel strange. Who was him? What was his name? Maybe that smile was just my imagination? I Orly know that I remember him. And nobody can help me.

Wednesday, March 03, 2010

Today I'm a little bit sad. I'm at Bologna. I like a boy of a bar and its some days I don't see him. One of the children is ill so tomorrow I will be busy all day. In addition, today the weather is not so good and all boys ignore me xDDD

I have a good new too but I can't talk about it because is not sure. I hope it.

Friday, September 18, 2009

I have been to Italy for two months. Fortunately, I'm back to Milan again (alwayas as an a pair) If I couldn't return to Milan again, I would get crazy. I can't stand the little villages. I'm a city woman. I prefer to feel under my feet that the road shaking because of the underground,instead of hearing no noise at nights. It makes me feel alive.Apart from that, some situations make me prefer always Milan.

Unfortunately, it is not all right. Some people are not really well. Some people because I'm far. Another people, although I'm close to them, they have really big problems.

Each second is important... I haven't realise of it at first.

Some people think that to do what I did (going abroad, without nothing for sure and with the risk of losing everything) is for courageous people. Maybe is not for courageous people, but it is for crazy people. For coward people. I needed to go. Not many people suffrered, but the people who suffered, they suffered a lot. Not many people realise that I have arrived, neither. But I didn't go unnoticed for some people.

Some things that are happening around me are too hard for me, but I have to be strong.